My second bad night of the cruise. I think all the early starts and late nights are catching up with me. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved everything we have done so far, bar possibly walking during the rough sea last night, but it hasn’t prevented me from becoming very fatigue. Claire is affected too. Back home, we are used to spending evenings in on the sofa, so this holiday has been a shock to the system, however much we’ve enjoyed it.

I slept in while Claire joined her parents for an early breakfast. Have made the decision not to go to Pisa as was originally planned. I could do with rest. I’ve been to Pisa two years ago, and although the tower and buildings are impressive, there isn’t a lot for me personally return for. I am also in no need to deal with the street sellers, who harassed us so much on our last visit. We have a tour of Rome booked for tomorrow, which I am looking forward to and will certainly be attending.

Visited Costa Coffee for breakfast, to allow our excellent cabin steward to clean our room. The rest of my afternoon was mostly spent moving between the cabin and the balcony. Claire travelled to see the leaning tower with her parents, while I stayed behind to relax, as the day got hotter and hotter. I was briefly interrupted by some of the ship’s staff, who wanted to varnish our balcony. Not sure if they do this for all the customers, or if we’re special.

Tickets to Peter Andre’s live performance on Wednesday arrive in our cabin. We have been allocated the most popular 8.30pm performance. I am more excited than I probably should be. Tell everyone that I will be queuing outside the theatre an hour before the doors open, to guarantee a good seat.

Received an alarming text message on my mobile phone, advising that I had signed up for a premium rate SMS service, despite doing nothing of the sort. Replied ‘STOP’ to the original message, which should hopefully prevent me from getting anymore, or being charged.

The ship moored opposite us, Brilliance of the Seas, owned by the cruise firm Royal Caribbean, is blasting out loud, annoying music across the entire beautiful port. Any plans to get some shut eye in the Mediterranean sun are long gone. Discover from our captain that the captain in charge of our fellow cruise ship owned by Royal Caribbean had also planned to visit Cannes the previous day. Instead of going to Ajaccio like us, they travelled to Toulon, where the weather was very windy. Not such a brilliant idea from the ‘Brilliance’ captain.

Sailing out of the port was beautiful. Small islands and rock formations dotted the water, with the strong sun glistening onto the sea.

We ate late, as Claire and her parents attended another Strictly Come Dancing event, which (in my opinion) I wisely avoided. Not a huge amount of choice for me on the evening menu. It doesn’t help that I rarely eat meat, unless it’s chicken, and steer clear of any cheese stronger than a cheddar. I chose a bean soup, which was supposed to come with croutons. There were no croutons. The main course was pan roast chicken, potato wedges and vegetables. The wedges were the best I have ever eaten. Very crispy on the outside, like mashed potato on the inside. I enjoyed the vegetables, but left most of the chicken. Dessert was an interesting rhubarb sorbet. The chardonnay white wine certainly complimented the meal.

Retired to our cabin. Rome the next day. A visit I have been looking forward too many months before our cruise.